Lilith's POV
Back in my room, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and flinch at my reflection.
My hair's a wild mess, cheeks still flushed. I'm drowning in Daegan's oversized T-shirt, barely covering my ass, the hem swaying to flash the tops of my thighs.
Worse, my n*****s are poking through the thin fabric, their shape embarrassingly clear.
Oh God...this is how I looked in front of Dax?
Last time, I mistook him for Daegan, throwing myself into his arms, rubbing and sniffing like an i***t.
Now, I'm in my stepbrother's shirt, reeking of Alpha scent.
My cheeks burn hotter, hands curling into fists. He must think I'm some shameless slut.
"Ugh..." I sink to the floor, covering my face, a low whimper escaping my throat.
But I can't keep Dax waiting.
Swallowing my shame, I rush
